Taming the Bad Boy by Jolie Moore 💕 Book Blitz & Custom Cake Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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From up here on stage, I can see her. Even with her First Lady hair and Sunday school shoes, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

The music starts. I swing my hips to the thumping bass. Oh-so-slowly I slip one button through a hole, then another, then another. I ease the black silk from my shoulders and toss it right toward her.

I watch her pale glossy lips form a big ‘O’ before she catches it like a major league baller. The flashing lights blind me. Between beats I can see her blue eyes zeroed in below my waist.

I know what she wants. I give it to her. With a zip and a tug, the leather pants join the rest of my clothes. In my skin tight briefs, I dance just for her. With the last chord of the song the stage goes dark.

I know when the lights come up, another guy will be dancing in my place because this is my last time. I’m not doing this ever again. It’s too bad I didn’t get her name. I really liked that shirt. But not enough to go back and claim it.

If she wants me bad enough, she’ll have to find me.

“Daisy,” Gabe said grabbing my arm. “C’mon back and let Raphael know you were here.”
And with that I was saved from embarrassing myself. I had a legitimate ‘in.’ I dutifully followed Gabe and his friend to the green room. Rafe was sitting in a director’s chair, bottle of water casually dangling from his hand as he chatted with another good looking guy.
Something akin to jealousy skittered through me. When he saw us, he stood and the guy melted away. He gave his brother a one-armed hug. “Hey, bro, glad you could come.” He gave Gabe’s friend’s the same half hug, half pat down that guys did. I hung back, unsure of what to do. Finally, he looked between the men, and our eyes met.
“Daisy!” He pulled me forward and kissed me full on the mouth. It was the kiss I’d wanted last Saturday in his kitchen. It was as good as I thought it would be. Abruptly, I pulled away, when I wanted nothing more than to press in harder. I’d made a few stupid mistakes in my life; I did not want to add kissing gay men to the list.
“Hi, um, hi.” I tittered nervously, sounding girlishly stupid to my own ears. I cleared my throat and lowered my voice, pulling out all the sturdy Yankee I could muster. “You were really funny out there.” God, I still sounded like a moron. Couldn’t figure out who’d disown me first, my staunchly New England parents or my overpriced college. The next time I opened my mouth, I needed to channel William F. Buckley.
Gabriel and Rafe laughed. I wasn’t sure what the joke was. Then in one heart stopping, soul-crushing moment I got it. Mortification warmed my neck, creeping up to my cheeks. Gay guy kisses straight girl. She gets hot and bothered. Enter your favorite punch line here.
“Let’s get out of here.” I must have looked like an unmoored ship, because Rafe grabbed my hand and led me from the club. “Back to my place?” I nodded, embarrassment forgotten, loving the feel of that strong hand against mine.”

I write crazy, beautiful love stories because I believe storytelling is magic. I love complicated heroines with secrets, strong heroes who fall hard, and a long winding road to happily ever after. When I'm not writing, I love to travel to witness the diverse tapestry of humanity, photograph the beauty of the world, visit museums, and watch live theater. I live in West Hollywood, California ten miles from the nearest airport.

I haven't found my own happily ever after, but I'm not done trying. This year I'm going to go on fifty first dates. Join me as I try to find my Mr. Right or maybe Mr. Right Now. #50firstdates #joliemoore #crazybeautifullove